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Won't Trade

アーティスト:Q-Tip  アルバム:Won't Trade  作詞:Unknown  作曲:BRIDGES FRED LAVON/EATON BOBBY/FAREED KAMAAL IBN JOHN/Q TIP 

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Now that I know what is boy For your epitaph niggers Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass Siphon and not your cash Seeing the door in a flash While I stay enclosed Walking out my clothes she said, I won't trade him for nothing You're mother fucking right Walking this shit every night Fin this shit? Hold it tight Rina Filma on my sleeve? Even when I have to leave Cooler than even in the breeze Do you believe I was waiting for nothing The one division leader In the rebound new group of shorties Off the post, going coast to coast She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she saying "No, he good, I mean" I won't trade him for nothing For no amount of dough Franchise this man Give him all the things you can Think long term plans He be bringing in the fans Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream I won't trade him for nothing Cause she know What's better her top and Now a beckon on the flu Like a running with the nicest nigger Kinda sorta ? When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter I won't trade him for nothing The club house king Batting practice Slugger swing, Game time same thing When I'm in about a minute Holding the bat, as good as fat She's out the park and coming back sHe's saying I won't trade him for nothing And for ray you say you get it good If you were the ball player at all And the famous fall inevitably will make a call


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